Well it's that time of the year again when everyone has bonfires and fireworks. The day itself is actually tomorrow, Nov 5th, but fireworks have been lighting up the skies and booming out in the dark around this valley for several weeks already.
Last night there were several lots behind us, as there had been on Wednesday too. This all really upsets the cats who shriek and run off and hide behind the nearest furniture. When the bangs are really loud and close Misty rushes up the stairs and cries on the bed. Nelson shakes and goes behind the sofa until the noise has well and truly gone, emerging hours later looking weak and shell-shocked. Goggins wants only WH, cuddling up close and digging his claws in if he thinks he is about to be moved.
Tonight, being Saturday, we will get the loudest and nearest fireworks, in the gardens adjacent to this one. Our strategy, worked out over the years, is to distract the cats from some of the noise by having loud music blaring throughout the house. What it does for us is secondary but last year I wore ear plugs! If it all gets too hysterical I go to bed and attempt to read or watch TV and one by one, the cats creep up, in the brief interludes between bangs, and jump on my bed with me, jammed up against me and in Misty's case down the bed and under the covers. Nelson lies on my stomach and I have to hold him tightly through the loudest bangs, he can't understand all this noise and cries real tears and looks into my eyes imploring me to stop it. Goggins sits close but not too close so as not to ruin his reputation as the 'hard-man' of the three.
WH has to sit downstairs as even Goggins abandons him when the prospect of a warm bed is beckoning. Goggins is no cissy but in times like these he becomes a real pussycat.
Last night there were several lots behind us, as there had been on Wednesday too. This all really upsets the cats who shriek and run off and hide behind the nearest furniture. When the bangs are really loud and close Misty rushes up the stairs and cries on the bed. Nelson shakes and goes behind the sofa until the noise has well and truly gone, emerging hours later looking weak and shell-shocked. Goggins wants only WH, cuddling up close and digging his claws in if he thinks he is about to be moved.
Tonight, being Saturday, we will get the loudest and nearest fireworks, in the gardens adjacent to this one. Our strategy, worked out over the years, is to distract the cats from some of the noise by having loud music blaring throughout the house. What it does for us is secondary but last year I wore ear plugs! If it all gets too hysterical I go to bed and attempt to read or watch TV and one by one, the cats creep up, in the brief interludes between bangs, and jump on my bed with me, jammed up against me and in Misty's case down the bed and under the covers. Nelson lies on my stomach and I have to hold him tightly through the loudest bangs, he can't understand all this noise and cries real tears and looks into my eyes imploring me to stop it. Goggins sits close but not too close so as not to ruin his reputation as the 'hard-man' of the three.
WH has to sit downstairs as even Goggins abandons him when the prospect of a warm bed is beckoning. Goggins is no cissy but in times like these he becomes a real pussycat.
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